Song of a Thousand Birds

And over the mountain,
And over the sea,
The song of a thousand birds is singing
We’ll be free
They cut off our branches but we’ll grow them back,
Our roots are too deep in this soil burnt and black…
Let loose your dogs to feed on all of our bones,
Kick in our doors and quietly burn down our homes.
And over the mountain,
And over the sea,
The song of a thousand birds is singing
We’ll be free
They cut off our branches but we’ll grow them back,
Our roots are too deep in this soil burnt and black…
We’ve paid in our blood
We’ll pay in our tears
For the rent on our own land
You control through fear,
You beat us in castles,
You put us through hell,
The pressure and chokeholds are all that you sell
All our days will come…
All our days will come…